Last night I dreamt that my brother was addicted to meth. Not only was he a junkie, but apparently he housed meth labs in several underground hideouts throughout my family's house (that actually looked a lot like the Biltmore house in Asheville, NC). I'm not really sure if he made the stuff, but he did have several meth hideouts with lab looking devices and whatnot. Well actually I don't know what meth labs look like, but in my dream they are big laboratory spaces with beakers and pipettes and crap like that.
Anyway, my family and I were very concerned about Michael. What were we going to do? Finally, my uncle, don't know which one, but he was played by Mickey Rooney, decided that a party would help. We all went to a party and had an intervention, but a rave intervention. It really didn't make much sense.
All I remember was that towards the end of the dream I was in a car trying to figure out how to get someplace.
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